I woke up at 3 this morning. Blame it on my anticipation of yoga today. I was pleasantly surprised that a couple of teachers had noticed my absence. It’s been nearly two months since I made it to class.
At one time, I would have groaned in my head about the expected obstinacy of the muscles but this time was different. There wasn’t any resignation or aversion, just acceptance of my situation as is. I did my stuff, forgot a couple of asanas and wrapped up without straining too much. While my body remained mostly silent, the mind was activated to a sharpness, a slowing of time. I noticed more around me, like the smell of wet leaves and the chimes singing on the breeze. Maybe it was a result of saying the invocation with our eyes open. That was today’s instruction and a first in class. I have done it at home but that felt different from an unexpected instruction in class. But, that’s what I love about this system of learning. It’s less of being taught and more of inquiring.